Luyện nghe bài hát The Love Of My Life

Meg
At sixteen I was blue ans sad.
then father said I should a lad.
So I set out to a wife,
An' the real love of my life.
His name it was Chris, and the was MacGill.
I met him one night pickin' on the hill.
He had of charm an' a certain kind o' touch,
An a certain kind of that pleased me very much.
so there 'neath the where romance often springs,
I him my heart--an' a few other things.
I don't how long that I stayed up on the hill,
But the moon had disappeared, and so had MacGill.
So I went home an' I I'd die,
Till Father said, another try.
So out I went to a wife,
An' found the real of my lfe.
He came from the lowlands, the said he.
I saw him an' knew he was for me.
Jus' one that puzzled me an' it always will,
Was he told me he had heard about me his friend MacGill.
We quick fell in love an' went by the creek.
The next day he said he'd be in a week,
An' I thought he would, for now how was I to
of all the lowland laddies, there was never one as low!
I told my father the truth.
He said, "What difference? Ye've got youth."
So out I mad to be a wife,
An' the real love of my life.
Oh, he was a poet, a was he.
He me some verse he had written for me.
He said would move me, these poems from his pen,
An' how right he was, they moved me right into the glen.
We stayed till the dawn an' lighted the sky,
Then I his hand an' I bid him good-bye.
I never back, for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only about the things he cannot do.
My pa said, "Look out for men who think.
Ye'll be certain with men who drink."
So out I to become a wife,
An' found the love of my life.
Oh, he was a solier, a Highland son.
He told me about all the battle won.
He wasted his time tellin' me his might,
For one at him decided me to not put up a fight.
We skirmished for hours night in the glen,
an' I found the sword has more might the pen,
But when I was I snored to my dismay,
An' he thought it was a an' got up an' marched away.
Now Pa said, "Daughter, must be one,
Someone true, or too old to run."
So I'm still to be a wife,
An' find the real of my life.